Words

Words come flying from my pussy

Not the mews and purrs that I’ve come to expect

But the shrieking howl of a woman who has lost her truth

Words like moist

Words like cunt

Words like asshole

Words like stop and

Words like no - No! No! No!

I have the right to say it

I always have but never did

 

I fall back exhausted, spent

My heaving chest reminds me that I still have a body

I’m still alive despite everything

Despite you

I’m not broken, I’m strong

Made of tough fabric that won’t tear

You have to do worse to see my lining

To spill my contents

But if you did, where would I go?

Into the ether? The earth?

Hungrily reabsorbed to become the ground I stand on?

The bed that I made that I lie in?

 

Where do words go after they’ve been spoken?

Is it true they keep travelling infinitely?

If a butterfly can flap its wings and cause a tsunami

What do my words do as they cross the globe?

No longer audible but still vibrating

Infecting the world with the shadow of my shame

Do they hit the world like a wall of icy water?

Or do they seep in like a toxic fog?

If I shower the world with love

Can I undo the damage

And neutralise the venom of my words?